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✱ PAIRING: eren yeager x reader ✱ WORDCOUNT: approx. 640. ✱ EXCERPT: the fervor & love of devoted parents knows no boundary ✱ SYNOPSIS: the current king is bed-ridden & a violent tyrant is set to be crowned sovereign. rebels conspire to make sure he never makes it to the crown. our y/n tries to lead a quite life after the fall of her family, but a chance encounter with eren yeager resurfaces repressed feelings & memories. the encounter was all but accidental. a long forgotten prophecy, buried by the current king, states that the true king holds the power to command others at their will & the tyrant will do everything in his power to stop said person from sitting on the throne.

war crowns and roses masterlist.

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        The trio sat under the glowing candlelit in Porter’s Tavern. Absolute silence would’ve surrounded them had it not been for the constant hammering of raindrops on the window. Daylight had not yet broken through thick blanketed clouds, as heavy downpour enveloped the Capital. An unspeakable danger loomed above their heads, leaving the two men and singular woman frozen, silent. They did not speak not because they were afraid of someone overhearing, but because they were aware of the grave danger looming. As most of the city would not wake from their slumber for another hour or so; not a soul would bother them, there would be no one to eavesdrop, no one to tell the tale of this clandestine meeting. This worked in their favor.

        Clothes drenched, from the unforgiving Ironworks weather, the woman’s hands clung to the mug perched on the wooden table for warmth. She could feel her husband trembling at her side. With a swift movement, her hands released the mug and cupped her husband’s shaky hands, her lips placed a gentle kiss upon his temple.

        Grisha Yeager was the first to speak. “We need to make the arrangements.” His hands worked his handkerchief in circles, wiping away droplets from his eyeglasses. Once he was satisfied, he placed the frame of his glasses atop the bridge of his nose. His gray eyes set themselves upon the gaze of the woman, Lady Hemlock, paying no attention to Lord Hemlock. “Anya,” he said firmly. “The king is aware.”

        Anya Hemlock found herself instinctively touching her rosary. His gaze was unwavering, as if holding her line of sight hostage. They would have no more time. It had to be done now. The realization sent her heart fluttering against her ribcage, a frenzied dance tearing away in her chest. She closed her eyes and drew a slow breath. “Our daughter, Y/N,” she began, “promise me she will be safe. I need your word.”

        Grisha nodded.

        “Would it not be wiser to spread the word?” Lord Hemlock’s voice finally graced the conversation. The room’s attention shifted toward him.

        “Do you doubt our cause, Magnus?” Grisha asked, voice laced with the faintest hint of irritation.

        “Of course not,” Magnus bellowed. “We are true believers! My wife and I have dedicated our lives to our work, as much as you have—”

        “—As a true believer, you would do well to think about the repercussions of acting mindlessly. King Augustine would sooner hang thousands of innocents than relinquish his claim to the throne. The smallest sign of treason will lead to the undeserved death of our people. Of our children!”

        “You are mad to question my devotion!”

        Anya watched as the men of the group all but tore into each other with words, her patience at their use of tone growing thinner as the seconds passed. Finally, she straightened in her seat, taking one deep breath before cutting their argument short. “Gentlemen please,” she said, her voice settled, “now is not the time for discourse amongst ourselves.”

        Both men quieted themselves at her plea, the heat of the moment disappearing as silence enveloped the trio once more.

        “We will make the proper arrangements. It will be up to the children when the time is right.” Anya’s fingers traced the crucifix on her rosary. “May his reign be true,” she whispered, with a nod toward Grisha.

        Her dull eyes stared out the window, gaze watching raindrops make contact with the glass, the blurry curtain obscuring the view outside of Porter’s Tavern. Their unique plight would not allow her the comfort of watching her daughter blossom into a respectable young woman as she always dreamed. She would not be present to guide her daughter’s decisions, nor ease her worries, but that no longer mattered. In her mind, she recited the prophecy, as she knew it, and it calmed the unsettling feeling brewing within her.

        Borrowed time was all they possessed now. The strings of the past, and the future, no longer belonged to them.

[kasmie]

𝒘𝒆'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔

𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆, 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏?

[kasmie]

war crowns & roses.

✱ pairing:  eren yeager x reader.

✱ synopsis:  many scheme in the kingdom of paradis, many long for a taste of power, yet most lack the brawn to take action. but now the current king is bed-ridden, withering away by the days & a violent tyrant is set to be crowned sovereign. rebels start to conspire to make sure he never makes it to the crown. our y/n tries to lead a quite life after the fall of her family, working in a quaint corner of the lower districts. a chance encounter with eren yeager & his entourage, brings a downpour of repressed feelings & memories to y/n. unbeknownst to her, the encounter was all but accidental. a long forgotten prophecy, buried by the likes of the current king, states that the true king holds the power to command others at their will & the tyrant will do everything in his power to stop said person from sitting on the throne.

✱ content: female reader, unrequited love, lost connection, angst, false prophecy, darker topics, alternative universe, heavily canon divergent.

✱ P R O L O G U E : their past, our future.

✱ C H A P T E R O N E : to be published. [if you would like to be tagged upon it's release, please let me know!]

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───✱* WRITEBLR INTRO !

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶hello everyone! — my name is kasmie, i'm 25, afro-latina, she/her, & i'm new to the writeblr world. i used to be in the rp community in which i wrote many characters, but i have decided to give writing another go! during 2024, i was gifted a kindle and read more than i ever have. it rekindled (ha ha) my love for reading & so i would love to find other writers to interact & connect with!

masterlist (coming soon). guidelines & inbox.

my interests: coffee, films, anime, video games, & movies ( literature too ofc !! )

what i'd like to write about: everything angst! i have a horrible soft spot for slow burn romances & intense longing between characters. i enjoy horror, mystery, thriller, & dystopian themes as well.

fandoms i'll write for: attack on titan, harry potter, bruce wayne (some dc / marvel characters), the walking dead, the last of us, daredevil, killing eve, the hunger games, arcane, & etc (eventually).

what can be found on here: fan-fiction, musings, & independent novellas. i'd like to also take prompt requests (at some point) to write for anyone interested.

i spent hours of my youth daydreaming & daydreaming about writing, i'd like to find that child-like wonder when it comes to my bringing life into writing again.

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* possible wips !

these are small ideas or just general characters i'd like to write:

undecided character— apocalyptic au

eren yeager — unrequited feelings (i am a YEARNER)

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dick grayson in titans